Lately
lately he's been slipping, stepping, and sometimes already present in my dreams before i have even the chance to slip or step into them myself. he says nothing, i just stare and feel and wake up crying-- heavy --somehow better than the day before. i miss the humor. it's been seven months on monday.

I work & I sleep & I dance & I'm dead
I'm eatin, I'm laughin & I'm lovin myself Man, i love david byrne.